The door into Milford summer

 

Sorry gang I was too busy yesterday to get to this but here’s a double dip today. Looks like the plot is drawing to a close with the 2 main characters talking about life lessons learned, albeit from a teacher who should be on strike for forced July labor. (And there’s still one game left!!)

Of course its perfectly ok for Dafne to just walk in the dugout after the game while the team is presumable cleaning up and exiting the premises etc. And whens the last time these two spoke alone anyway? What happens with the other boy-girl combo – do they sit in the girls dugout to even it out? Will Dafne graduate before another issue of the Trumpet comes out? Will Marty melt in his wooden coffin of a booth?

At any rate, Milford summer is now close at hand, at last. How about an excellent cover of a Monkees song to close out the week?

Theoretically Feeling That Flash

I’m not saying I need, or even want, a moral that makes sense to wrap up a Gil Thorp season… but this is some pretty weak sauce denouement. Also, too, didn’t someone slug what’s his name?

What else do we have today?

P1: Ms. Rizk’s clenched fist makes this quite the arc for that sort of thing if that’s what you’re into.

P2: I love the twin terminals in the foreground. I guess that big scoop on expense account abuse freed up funds for the paper.

P3: Prairie style window muntins are what do it for me, so let’s just focus on those and ignore whatever lame point Dafne is trying to make.

Second chances

Gil finally confronts Ryan about the whole incident, and defends his actions completely by saying -“Next time… ” Why the hell not This time?? Next time may be too late. His fist could cause a hemorrage in her brain, and slow death could result. Rudy Tomjonavich got punched so hard by Kermit Washington that he leaked spinal fluid into his mouth. He had to have his jaw rebuilt and never was the same player again.

I guess we’ll have to endure more baseball until the Bears report to training camp. God let these kids out of school already!

 

 

 

 

Downwardly mobile in what way?

Well gang, its back to black and white for the moment as I cant copy the Seattle Times strip for some odd reason. Sorry – I know you all miss that blue hair!

So Aaron finds Ma’s pills in her hiding place and reveals her to be a pathological liar as well as a drug abuser. I suppose the pills maybe help her to stay awake for long hours or whatever, but still no excuse to sacrifice that for her sons well-being.

Of course, she could ask Gil the same question in a way – his idea of coaching is to let someone else do all the work for free until the shit finally hits the fan, then he hastily cleans up all the months-old stench left behind from his own neglect of his team(s).

Again we waste all winter with this one issue and the girls team has been left invisible with nary a Hadley V. Baxendale around to stir up some more interesting trouble.

Finally – why does Mom need her glasses on her head sitting at home?  Cant anyone in this strip who wears glasses wear them ON THEIR FACE?? Only exception is of course Marjie Ducey; but everyone else feels the need to show off their frames as a head ornament.

 

 

 

 

 

We’re nuts about nuts about nuts!

PayDay – that old candy I used to see on TV but never ate. Well I dont know about you but every job doesnt get a paycheck every other week. Some are every week, like the lower rate jobs like a clerical in a hardware store. My jobs at a restaurant and a retail store were every week pay too. Good thing Gil and Kaz both recognize the absurdity of the boys analysis. What difference does a paycheck make with an amatuer basketball performance? We finally get some answers but they make no sense, so we’re back to square 1, or so it seems.

Maybe its because his mom can afford to let him have an allowance for his weekend tiffs with Molly, thereby making him happier, and thus affecting his play in a positive way. Thats the best I can do here. Meanwhile I’m gonna have another PayDay, if I can find it at Walgreens.

By the way I love the girl in the short blue top with the longer orange shirt underneath..

 

 

Think our HE TE is throwing in the towel

Well that didnt take long. One good butt-kicking and princess is already dreaming up her next big scheme. Here theyre nice enough to not only let her be a trainer, they suit her up on a moments notice and throw her to the wolves. Its obviously over her head, and she will announce that she’s heading back to the soccer pitch next week to resume her soccer career. Ah well, alls well that ends well, and she escaped without getting her body broken in half or brains scrambled. Nice hairstyle too.

Violent Retribution: The Milford Way Of Resolving Differences

So, I guess the refs don’t call taunting in the Valley Conference. Nevertheless, I suppose it’s good to see that whenever a girl is threatened, big strong men will come and save her. Wait, that’s a terrible lesson to learn. I’m not sure that it’s worse than giving your daughter a non-certified pre-owned Jeep Compass to drive but…

Is panel three a mid-week cliffhanger? As goes Milford, so goes the nation and all of that? Tune in tomorrow to find out!

 

Far Hipsters

The technique of aiming for the runner’s far hip with a handoff is widely accepted; hey, if it was good enough for Bud Wilkinson it’s good enough for me.  I expect that Heather Burns can read as well as any Milfordian (especially since all those little free libraries have been springing up around town) but I expect even more some sort of backstory/exposition about her quarterback coaching skills, and sooner* than later.

Those exploding fingers on The Secret Pelwecki’s near hip: sign of a romantic spark or something Rick Scott will have to tape up and splint on Monday? On that note, musical inspiration for today:

metapost: If you are or have been in the path of Hurricane Matthew, give us a shout out and let us know you’re okay. You’ll recall from my Christmas 2015 metapost that I’ve spent some time in Charleston and have friends and family there and so have spent the bulk of the day trying to keep tabs on them. I’ve not heard from Mr. Bakst, although he was rumored to have been last seen with The Gray Man of Pawley’s Island.

*See what I did there?